Sold

by Sean Michael

  “Take him to Easy’s. It’s friendly, not skanky, and has decent music.”

  “Thank you, Xavier, I appreciate it.” He glanced over to where Oliver had taken Adam aside.

  He hoped Adam wasn’t in any sort of trouble -- it was his fault things had turned in this direction, not Adam’s.

  “Don’t worry. It happens. It just never happens to Adam.”

  “I don’t know why, he’s... incredible. Mind you, I’m glad it hasn’t happened before.” Where would he be if someone had already snapped the man up?

  Xavier shrugged. “Who knows? Adam’s the consummate sub, really. A real pro.”

  “He’s fascinating.”

  “I wouldn’t know, sexually speaking. I do know that he’s absolutely fabulous at Scrabble. It’s creepy.”

  Matt laughed. “Noted.”

  Adam came to him, smiled. “Are you ready to go, Sir?”

  “I am. Xavier has suggested Easy’s.”

  “That’s a lovely club.”

  “You know how to get there?” He put his hand in the small of Adam’s back, led him toward the door.

  “It’s a few blocks over and a few blocks up. Did you want to walk or drive?”

  “We could walk.” Then he’d be able to give Adam his whole attention.

  “Yes, Sir.” Adam offered him another smile, gentle, a bit unnerved, he thought.

  He offered his arm to Adam, smiling as Adam took it. “What did Oliver want?”

  “Hmm? To make sure I was leaving willingly, that I wasn’t being threatened or forced.” Adam smiled. “To remind me that I would call and speak to him at midnight to assure him I was safe.”

  “Good.” He was pleased that someone was looking out for Adam.

  “Yes. Master Oliver -- all the masters I’ve worked with -- are conscientious.”

  “It did seem like that kind of club. It’s good to know they follow through.”

  “Safety is their number one priority. I’ve never seen a top hurt a sub there.”

  “Well, I hope I can still join, even though I kind of blew the, ah, testing phase.”

  “I think you’ll do well. It’s easy to tell.”

  “So you think they’ll let me join?”

  “I would never speak for the masters, Sir.”

  “Probably wise.” He smiled at Adam. “So, what do you like best about dancing?”

  “The touching. The...” Adam pinked, words trailing off.

  “Oh, don’t stop there. Please. Tell me.”

  “I... There’s a freedom to it.”

  “You can just close your eyes and let yourself go, right?” He grinned and squeezed Adam’s hand.

  Adam nodded, so serious. “You don’t have to be so careful.”

  That made him stop, at least in his mind. Subs tended to look to their Doms for control, for the safety to let themselves go. Adam’s experience in submission was in controlling himself. Would Adam be able to let go in a scene with his ‘real’ Dom? It was an interesting thought. Arousing, too.

  They came up to Easy’s, the music loud enough to hear from the street, but not thumping and making the sidewalk vibrate like some clubs.

  “Is this good for you, Sir?”

  “It is. It’s great.” He brought Adam’s hand up to his mouth, kissed it.

  Adam’s smile was warm, eyes surprised.

  “Let’s go dance.”

  “Yes, Sir.” Adam kissed his cheek, nodded, and they went in.

  Chapter Two

  Dancing.

  They were dancing.

  Adam let his head fall back as he moved to the music. It made it easier to forget that he’d let a man -- a brand new, strange man -- get to him. This never happened to him. Never.

  Matt’s body was solid and warm, brushing and sliding against his. There was something about Matt -- Adam wasn’t sure what it was, even. The man had been lovely, a true gentleman.

  The music slowed, the driving beat fading away in favor of something slinky and sensual. Matt’s arm went around his back, drawing him close.

  Oh. He moaned and went with the sensations, their hips sliding together. Matt’s mouth slid along his neck, breath hot. Adam felt his heartbeat speed. Oh...

  “God, you’re sexy.” Matt’s hand slid down to his ass, cupped him.

  The words made him hum, warmed him. Flattery, but it worked here on the dance floor.

  Matt moved well, leading him effortlessly. Adam closed his eyes and followed, the music and heat sending him to the moon. He could feel the heat of Matt’s cock against him, the hardness of it as they rubbed close together. His own body responded, and that unnerved him. He didn’t get off during work.

  He reminded himself that he wasn’t working.

  The music changed again and Matt drew him closer, murmured in his ear. “Are you thirsty? Or hungry?”

  “Are you? We can stop.”

  “Only if you want a break. This evening is for you, Adam.”

  “I’m fine.” He was happy.

  “Then more dancing it is.” Matt kept him close despite the return of the driving rhythm, their bodies pushing and rubbing together.

  His body went tight, cock filling, and he couldn’t hide it, his arousal. Matt pulled him even closer, eyes intent on his. He found himself a little unnerved, a little wigged out by his own response.

  Breaking eye contact, Matt rubbed their cheeks and then spoke into his ear. “Let go, Adam. You’re not on the clock anymore, remember?”

  “I.” That made him shiver, that Matt had noticed his slip of control. “I’m sorry, Sir.”

  “Never apologize for reacting to me.” Matt kissed his ear. “I like that you get aroused by dancing with me.”

  That sweet, tiny kiss sent heat, electricity through his body.

  Someone bumped into him from behind, pushing him hard against Matt. Their bodies pressed together, knees to shoulder, his cock against Matt’s thigh. Matt’s groan echoed in his ear, and he could feel the heat of Matt’s cock against his belly, hot and hard. He would swear he could feel the beat of the man’s heart in it.

  The urge to hump Matt’s thigh, to rub and rub until he exploded was immediate and strong, and more than a touch unnerving.

  One hand returned to his ass, cupping him, rubbing him just a little against Matt’s body. He gasped, body bucking, rolling in a few, needy strokes before he backed off.

  “Would you like to go?” Matt asked, hand sliding down his arm where the strong fingers wrapped around his.

  “I. Where?” He wanted. He wanted to lose himself in Matt’s body.

  “My place, your place. Wherever you’re comfortable.” Matt led him off the dance floor, their hands tightly clasped.

  “Your place.” Then he could go home and figure out what the hell was wrong with him, that this man made him silly.

  “You’ve got it.” Matt kept hold of his hand, even when they stumbled out from the overheated club into the fresh night air. “My car’s a block over this way.”

  “Let me call Oliver.” He dialed as they walked.

  “Is it midnight already?” Matt smiled at him. “Time seems to fly in your company.”

  “It’s not, but... I would like to not be interrupted, Sir.”

  The phone rang, Oliver answering. “Adam.”

  “Yes, Sir. I’m checking in.”

  “You’re early. Has your evening ended already?”

  “I. No, Sir. No. I. I was going to.” Stop it, Adam. “I’m going to be unavailable at midnight, Sir.”

  “Oh, just the opposite, hmm? You’re sure, Adam?”

  “Yes, Sir.” Just one night couldn’t hurt. A night of wild passion, of need.

  “Very well, Adam.” He thought maybe he could hear a note of pleasure in Oliver’s voice. “Enjoy yourself.”r />
  “Yes, Sir. I’ll call in the morning.”

  “Have fun, my boy.”

  “Yes, Sir.” He hung up as they arrived at a dark, sleek sedan.

  “Everything good?” Matt held the passenger door open for him.

  “Yes. Yes.” He slid in. “I’ll call him in the morning.”

  “’Kay.” Matt’s hand slid over his shoulder, and then the door closed. A moment later, Matt was seated next to him and they were off.

  “Where do you live?”

  “On Archer. By the Centennial Park.”

  “Lovely area. My home is near the campus. Do you like it here, Sir?”

  “I do. It’s much warmer than back home, and it seems more mellow.”

  He nodded. “I love it here.”

  “You do seem very at home here, like you belong.”

  Adam shrugged. He’d been here his whole life. “What do you do for a living, if that’s not too personal?”

  “No, I want us to get to know each other better. Nothing’s too personal.” Matt flashed him a smile. “I own a gallery.”

  “How wonderful. What type of art?”

  “Modern. A number of mediums. My latest find is an artist who works in photography, painting, and sculpture. The pieces are all related and twine together. It’s quite something.”

  “Excellent. You must meet fascinating people.” This was more comfortable, making small talk. Learning about a Dominant without exposing himself.

  “I do. None more fascinating than the man with me tonight, though.”

  He blushed, chuckled. “Thank you, Sir.”

  Matt smiled at him, and then turned back to the road, pulling up into the drive of a lovely-looking house. The yard was neat, sterile but well kept. Completely different from his place.

  “It’s a bit austere at the moment. A lot of my stuff is still in boxes, and I haven’t really furnished yet. I do have a bed.” Matt gave him a wink.

  “Beds are good. It looks very manicured.”

  Matt chuckled. “Manicured. That doesn’t sound like a compliment.”

  “Oh, no.” Damn it. “No, it’s lovely. There are absolutely places where manicured lawns are exactly fitting.”

  “I’m still not sure it’s a compliment.” He got a wink this time, and Matt drew him inside and down a hall.

  The house was sterile, too. Half unpacked. It smelled like Matt, though. The bedroom, however, looked like someone lived there. The walls were a light brown with dark accents, the large, four-poster bed covered in a bright quilt and piled with pillows. There was a dresser and a small desk with a laptop on it, a basket with clothes in one corner.

  The room made him smile. This was the place of a real person.

  Matt smiled and stroked his cheek. “You like my room.”

  “I do.” It felt genuine.

  “Good. I hope you spend a lot of time in here.” Matt’s mouth closed over his.

  He didn’t have a chance to remind Matt that he didn’t kiss. He’d never been so glad to miss anything. Ever.

  Matt’s tongue slipped between his lips, snuck into his mouth, and licked all around. It was like they were dancing, rocking together. Matt slowly began to undress him, fingers sliding over his skin as it was revealed. His cock was hard, his skin tingling at Matt’s touches.

  “You work outdoors,” murmured Matt, stroking his nipples.

  “Sir?” He looked at Matt, surprised.

  “You’re tanned. You’re beautifully defined. I made an assumption.”

  “I spend my days in my gardens.” It was his passion.

  “Ah, you see -- I was right.” Matt smiled and returned his focus to Adam’s nipples. “These are so pretty. Are you very sensitive here?”

  “Yes, Sir. The mornings after, sometimes, I can’t wear a shirt.” The clamps were the worst -- not during, but after.

  “Mmm. I’d like to see that, you in the morning, shirtless, these little nibs swollen, knowing they were aching.” Groaning, Matt bent and took one into his mouth.

  “Oh.” He stilled, his instincts, his habit, to center himself, find his calm heart.

  Matt’s tongue flicked back and forth, his nipple rising to meet the touch. Suddenly, Matt bit at him, the pain sharp and sudden, surprising him. He almost gasped, the sound caught in his throat, his fingers clenching. The bite was followed up by more tongue-flicking and sucking. Adam breathed, chest heaving, toes curling.

  Fuck.

  “I can feel your heart beating. I know you’re enjoying it.” Matt looked up at him. “Are you usually this quiet?”

  “Yes, Sir.” It was how he kept his control.

  “I’d love to hear you make noise. I’d love to be the one to drive you to it.”

  He met Matt’s eyes. “This is very different for me.” He was a bit off-center.

  “This is personal, not business.” Matt cupped his face, fingertips stroking. “That doesn’t happen very often for you, does it?”

  “Never.” This never happened.

  “Good. I want to be the only one.”

  Adam couldn’t stop staring.

  Matt smiled. “Is that really so strange?”

  “Which part?”

  “That I want to be the only one.”

  “No. No, actually. Many men have asked for that.” He’d just never, ever said yes.

  “Then can I hope that the strange part is that you’re here in a non-professional capacity.”

  “Yes, Sir.” And the fact that Matt knew him, saw him, worried him a little.

  “Good.” Matt pressed their mouths together, echoing the word with a wicked, mobile tongue.

  The kisses made him silly, made him drunk, and he found himself wanting to moan. Matt’s fingers slid over his body, digging beneath his waistband. He sucked in, not really needing to. He dressed in loose pants, easy on and off. Matt pulled his pants down, hands sliding on his hips, his thighs. His cock was hard, aching, wet-tipped.

  “Mmm, look at you.”

  His cock bobbed, jerked at the words.

  Long fingers slid over his cock, rubbed across the tip. His teeth sank into his bottom lip, his thighs going rock hard.

  “I want to hear the sounds you’re holding back, Adam.”

  “Yes. Yes, Sir.” That touch came again and he groaned and went up on tiptoe.

  “Mmm. That’s more like it. Don’t hide from me, Adam. I want all of you. All. Of. You.”

  He didn’t know if he could do that. He was fairly sure that didn’t matter right now.

  Matt’s fingers circled his cock, continued to move over it. The touch was light, gentle, almost unbearably so, and he caught himself trying to move into it.

  “Do you want more, Adam?”

  The simple question was maddening. Should he ask for more? Should he not? So complicated. So much, and he needed.

  Matt growled and nipped at his neck. “I want your reactions, Adam, your need. I want you.”

  “I’m sorry. This is out of my realm of experience.” Oliver had never sent him to someone who made him feel this confused. Nor had any of his outside clients.

  “Have you never made love before?”

  “Of course. Of course I have. I’m not a virgin.”

  “Then I don’t understand how what I’m asking for is out of your realm of experience.”

  “I’m sorry, Sir.” He chuckled to hide his embarrassment. “Can I undress you, please?”

  “Yes, you may.”

  “Thank you.” He went to his knees and focused on giving Matt pleasure, on using his hands to smooth the clothing away, his mouth to worship the skin he exposed. By the time he had Matt bare, Adam had his control firmly in hand. “You are lovely, Sir.”

  “Mmm. I’m glad you think so.” Matt sounded more than a little breathless.

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sp; “May I touch you, Sir?” He leaned into Matt, fingers moving to arouse, excite.

  “Yes. Don’t think I’ve forgotten about you, though. Let’s lie down. We can do each other.”

  “Yes, Sir.” He moved to the bed, carefully pulled the covers back.

  “What will it take to make you lose control, hmm? To make you eager and desperate?”

  He didn’t know how to respond to that. What to say. So he held out his hand to help Matt in. Matt climbed into bed with him and took control, pushing him into his back and taking his mouth. He groaned. How could Matt do that so quickly?

  The man’s tongue filled his mouth, explored him thoroughly, and stole his breath. He found himself clinging to Matt’s shoulders, holding on. Humming into his mouth, Matt, slid a hand down his side, curled it around his hip. The kiss didn’t end, either. Each time he caught his breath, Matt stole it again.

  Their hips rocked together, Matt controlling the movements, but it was almost secondary to the kiss. This wasn’t a scene, wasn’t a job. This was overwhelming and fierce and wild.

  They rolled slightly, Matt pushing him into the mattress, humping against him. Through it all, the kisses continued to overwhelm him. He gasped, trying to relax, to center, but... he couldn’t. Matt’s hips drove the pace, kept their cocks moving together, bumping and sliding and feeling so good. All he could do was shift and move into Matt, move into that heat and strength.

  Matt’s fingers tangled in his hair, the hot tongue playing with his. A moan pushed into Matt’s lips. His moan. A groan was returned to him, Matt’s hips snapping against his.

  Please. He didn’t say it, but he meant it, thought it. Please.

  One hand pushed between them, and the big hand wrapped around both their cocks. He looked into Matt’s eyes, unsure of what Matt wanted him to do. He saw arousal there, desire. For him. Adam moaned and arched, drove his cock through Matt’s fingers. Humming, Matt’s hand tightened on him, began to move.

  Yes. Fuck, yes. He rode the touch, grunting and moaning into the man’s mouth. Tight, fast, Matt worked him, urged him toward getting off. His heels dug into the mattress, adding his strength to the touches.

  Matt nibbled a path to his ear and bit down on his lobe. “Come for me, Adam. I want to smell you. Taste you.”